Rebecca Birthday Forty Six

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Rebecca Birthday Forty Six
By Arley Steinhour 042716

Twas but a very short time ago,
I wrote a poem about your Birth,
While waiting for your birthing-show,
My heart was filled with Mirth.

The note-pad, in the waiting room,
Stared at me, blank as could be,
Expecting you would 'birth and bloom,'
Like your brothers, when set 'Free.'

But, no, you had to take your time,
And I needed something to do,
So, I started to jot down a rhyme,
About my feelings of making you.

That was, I think, my first poem of love,
As I awaited invite, to join your Mom,
To hold her hand, and deliver a 'Dove,'
They didn't call me, and delivered a Bomb.

You blew away my heart-strings,
And, arrived with Forte Tone,
I tried to find your sprouted wings,
But, humanity exhibited, alone.

Now, here you are, at Forty-Six,
And a Grandmother, on your own,
Still Fresh in my heart, you transfix,
All my love for Daughter, and Gemstone.

Look to the future, in your life,
Praise God, for all you've had,
The future is bright, free from strife,
This 'Happy Birthday,' from your Dad.

AMEN